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He lost himself
in the hands of society
He bared his teeth
growl and scratched at nothing
He felt high
He was on cloud nine
But within a blink of an eye
he was torn to threads
By society which had given birth
Birth to greed, insecurities
power, lust
and all things humans crave for

He lost himself and
Just like that he was forgotten
yet why-
Why do humans crave so much
for materialistic things?
It isn’t that which define who we are
But we
We are the ones who define who we are
It’s too late
Because half of this world has already lost itself

They say have faith
believe in you
and everything will be okay
I did just that
But you mocked me
Seeing my smiling face
you wiped it away immediately
My teary eyes
making the heavens rejoice
My wrongs and rights
you know them all
before even a single one could be complete
I pray to you and tell myself
Everything happens for a reason

Where are you? No where to be seen Years and years of struggling and a blind eye You love us all, that’s what you said But in truth There is just a few Still trapped in the dark You refuse to shine your light upon me So this is my reason to live? Will I be driven into my own dark desires? Shall I take life into thy own hands?

Why do you still refuse to answer me? A broken, lost and battered soul Am I still not worthy of you? Just like Lucifer Tempted to be THE ONE not the one to lead an army of unjust But to be THE ONE of many Whom you have bestowed your love upon

Emotions scattered like broken glassAs realization hitsNo matter how much you triedit was never enoughLiving in the shadows of siblingsMore talented, more likedor even better looking despiteobnoxious charactersAgain you listen to praises that was notbestowed upon youAgain you cringed at screaming voicesBlaming you for things you haven’t doneand have doneFor speaking your mindFor existingThe pressure of doing betterof being noticed for onceTime wasted and like alwaysit was never enoughYou were never enoughAnd you now accepted the fact that you will never be enoughYou shut out the worldDrew pretty pictures against membraneSpilled ink on untouched papersYou smiled at the life you hadYou smiled at your smudged reflectionA figure like you stared backEyes that showedhow broken you wereAlone, defeated,Useless, worthlessHow many times you chantedin your mind“I just want to be good enough to someone”How many times were you left alone and reminded you weren’tOne…two or maybe a thousand timeswith a smile that held no story behind itYou studied yourselfYou still couldn’t hide itTears would threaten to spillany time soonand you’ll panic and scratch at your skinlosing your mindYou were doing so wellbut somewhere it went wrongNothing could stop you from feelingand knowing thatYou were and will never begood enough

Sometimesit stops at our throatAnd we find it hard to breatheWe thrash about And scratch at our chestLungs burning With the desire to be filled-With life A reason to keep livingDay by daywe mortals struggleTo make something worth the time we have left hereWe bickerSlaughter LaughCrySmileat the different things life throws at usWe wear masks with permanentsmiles or frownsOur pride is too greatit takes controlNo “I’m sorry”s or “Excuse me”swhen necessary Life’s egoand life’s sacred selfGiving us two choices:To live or to dieBlinded by all things bad that feel so rightselfishness greedenvy and the list goes onWe choose dying without realizingStaining the once pure mindof all things goodSlowly with aging life will take its tollgiving each of us what we truly deserveIt’s too late nowto rewrite new stories on worn out pagesthat fades away along with usHappy thoughtsSad thoughtsit doesn’t matter to lifeBecause we mortals are life in its selfMake it what we willand live it cautiously

I was really bored when I wrote this. It’s random and may sound a little stupid but I decided to share it anyways.

It’s okay to feel lost and hopelessUnloved, unwanted and shatteredin a world that has so much to offer yet so much to takeIt’s okay to cry and smileto be angry, excited or boredThere’s just so many sides to a person that is left unexploredIt’s okay to not be okay To throw things, to screamTo let your voice be heard It’s okay to be lonelyNot everyone enjoy the company of othersIt’s okay to be a little weirdBeing normal was so last yearIt’s okay to be scared of spiders, dogs, cats or even lizardsEveryone has something that scares themIt’s okay to be youBeing someone’s clone only leads to misery It’s okay to have weird habits like sucking your finger Screw all the judging eyes, I’m sure they have worse habitsIt’s okay to love meat and hate vegetables- even the oppositeIt’s okay if you like talking to random thingsSome people will judge youbut it’s okayThat’s lifeAnd it’s okay